One fine sunny evening' I waited & waited, but there was no rain, Meanwhile,I tell you my story that I scribbled in vein. With ease and comfort, paralleled to my feel, I wish for all the love, and comfort that could thy heal. A little tenderness & comfort that I could steal, for I did not know who could possibly lend me some, who had the zeal.Self Realization was the best invention and discovery that led me to know my existence and beliefs of righteous and wrong. For not always had I been a sage with perfect ratio of human tendencies' of performance in intellect and obligatory socio stigmatized demands. As I grew, my stagnated knowledge gained experience and I was fascinated with urges and materialistic comfort, then suddenly, my inner-self guided me to a more wiser me' & l knew,I would and not change how someone was to believe in ones own perceptiveness , who,what and how I was. I have made my points clear, all the only thing matters to me the most is my transparency with the spirits and souls' animals and the birds, human and not so human beings. I still look upon the sky to study the geometric's of a cloudy sketch, a starry calligraphy, rain drops, rainbow and sun and the moon. For a phase gone, new came by, night that passes by, had been shy, giving way to the witty morning sky., disclosing much ,reserved a few, droplets tender of a dawny dew. Not many that could stand the sight, for few are those, en route to plight. Life and death is part of the game, though shall exist making worth thy name.
"If you had a friend who talked to you like you sometimes talk to yourself, would you continue to hang around with that person?" Thanks to the power of our inner critics, most of us have a very poor opinion of ourselves. Yet self- contempt merely keeps us miserable and stuck in our mediocrity. "Unkind criticism is never part of a meaningful critique of you. Its purpose is not to teach or to help, its purpose is to punish." - Anonymous
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